Thigh healed and a new suit on, the Gray Son kneeled in front of the Court, head down submissively with both hands turned into fists. One on the ground, another on his knee as he listens to those above him.

"He's the Gray Son-"

"But he failed!"

"How? It was only against that brat-"

"I heard Red hood got involved-"

"They are not stronger than our Talon!"

"SILENCE!" The grandmaster yelled, silencing the entire room and making the talon's body tense.

"Regardless of who he is, regardless of who got involved, he failed. He will be punished accordingly."

Talon clenched his fists; he hates failing. He hates getting punished, he hates the cold, it's so cold, too cold-

But he belongs to the court and has no choice but to obey.

Because of his high pain tolerance, the Talon once known as Richard 'Dick' John Grayson, was not physically harmed. Instead of the room he is allowed to sleep in whenever he is successful, he is put into his coffin, suspended animation- too cold - until his next mission.

Obediently, he follows behind the guards to what the talon mentally calls the 'Coffin Room', until they reach a coffin at the far end of the room, the only one in that row, with a picture of the Talon on the top, covered by glass, built into the coffin.

The coffin opens, and talon can see the smoke escape, showing how cold it truly is inside. Already, he is shivering, a small voice in his head begging..

Please don't put me in there! I don't want to go in anymore! I'll be good, i promise, please, I'm cold! I don't like the cold!

But the voice is small and has no power, as the man climbs into the coffin and lays with his hands over his chest, fingers interlaced. Just like how he is told. He closes his eyes as he is injected with liquid nitrogen, and his world goes dark.

And so very cold.

Help Me!

There is a drug ring making a move at the docks tonight that Batman needs to take down. His kids are taking care of some business, and will meet up with him as soon as possible. Taking a turn, he parks the batmobile in an alley and uses a grappling hook to bring himself up to the roof of a warehouse overlooking the docks. The bat is just close enough to barely hear their conversation.

"...be almost here,"

"Better be, im freezing!"

"Don't be a baby, and you better keep an eye out for the bat!"

Hes concealed in the shadows and watching, so no matter how hard they look they won't be able to find him.

"Here it is, open the door!"

Looking down the road, he hears before he sees a, probably stolen, moving truck coming down the road. Using his binoculars, he cheeks the nearby surroundings for any other goons or real villains. Finding it clear, he puts them away and jumps off the roof, landing behind where the truck is backing into it's loading dock to be unloaded and packed onto a boat that's a few miles out, just barely visible.

"Shit it's the bat!" The guy yells and immediately Batman silences him, giving him an uppercut hard enough to knock him out when he hits the concrete. A few more well placed punches and kicks, and the other talkative goon and the one that was driving the truck are out. Batman ties them up before he starts to head deeper, closer to where the boat will be, when he hears a feminine voice behind him.

With quick reflexes and quick thinking, he spins around with his cape flowing around him, a batarang in his hand and ready. He barely manages to hide how shocked he was behind that stoic face that someone managed to sneak up on him.

"Batman. Bruce Wayne. The Court Has Sentenced You To Die."

Shit.

Growling at hearing his name in the field and the death threat, he gets in a fighting stance with a smirk. "Then let's see how strong the Court's talon is."

The only movement that he can see from those shadows is that of a long whip, black leather, coming towards his face and he dodges to the right, then to the left and down when she strikes two more times. Finally, he grabs the whip and yanks, intending to bring her into the light but he smirks again when he feels her let go of the whip to not expose herself.

Smart.

It's only out of pure instinct that he manages to dodge the gun shots, three in a row, would have hit him dead in the chest if he didn't move. He growls; he hates guns. Suddenly, he lunges and knocks the gun from her hands, pinning her to he brick wall next to her.

"Weak. I thought they'd send someone stronger for me."

"Weak… Like your son?" She asks and he frowns, thinking about Damian.

What did she know about Damian?

"The son you lost."